2013/04/01

Rebirth of the Camas



My boyhood was in the countryside of the Lowlands.  Everything in Nature is natural, without mask or cover-up.   In a sense it could be a plus, compared to growing up in a city. At age five I had a small garden.  Also a pair of rabbits, Flemish giants they called them.  White, with red eyes. They too were my sole responsibility, feeding, clean-up, etc.  
Ladybug on Carrot Leaf
My favourite vegetable in the garden was carrots, because the ladybugs seemed to prefer wandering over those green curly leaves. Although father had a potato-growing area, mine was too small for potatoes. We used to play Cowboys & Indians because we’d seen those Hollywood movies in a primitive ‘theatre’ nearby.   
I always was an “Indian” because it allowed me to be more creative and paint my face, stick feathers in my hair, and yield a tomahawk (made from carton).  Where is all this leading, you may ask?  Well, I’ll tell you. We live right at the shore of Juan de Fuca Strait here in James Bay, Victoria.  A fairly good-sized stretch of wild grass separates the sea from our road and houses.  Each June, that ‘grass’ blooms with the blue-violet blossoms of the Camas.   

Camas field across the street from where we live

The fields at one time were cultivated by the Songhees First Nations. The Camas bulbs were a staple food, something like a potato.  With care and know-how, they steamed the bulbs to the correct moment, reading for consuming.  Now, after many years there is a revival and interest in the Camas plant.  Under the supervision of a First Nations Camas expert, Royal Roads University has began an enterprise of cultivating the Camas.  There is also a program at Camosun College. 

Cooked Camas Bulbs

Reaction to this initiative has been enthusiastic, especially among teenagers, who now are helping in planting the bulbs. They hope the first harvest of this First Nation “potato” will be next year. See what I mean where all the introduction was going?  (By the way, all Camas with cream-coloured flowers are a no-no.  They’re poison.  Just so you know). 

In the old days:  First Nations Elder sorting Camas bulbs

Henri van Bentum




2013/03/27

Art Walk, Radiolarians, Diatoms and Coccolithophores



Victoria and Gulf Islands have a good number of artists, also here in James Bay, our village neighbourhood.  There is an “Art Walk” which allows us to visit the art of the creative human family, right in their studios or sanctum sanctorum.   


Kispiox Village, BC, 1929 by Emily Carr (same year I was born)
 
Of course, Victoria, being home to Canadian icon Emily Carr, has many followers who express themselves by rendering landscapes. At any rate, 95% of the art is done in a representational, figurative manner.  Myself, I have no studio, and spend more time writing nowadays than painting, other than playing Billiards, my new ‘hobby’. (Zen/Russian/Snooker and regular billiards.)  
Our latest form of recreational exercise
Of course curiosity wins over ignoring, which makes us go and experience those “Art Walks”. Artists are very sensitive and if you criticize it should always be positive.  Not easy.  But that way you leave their quarters / abode unharmed. Sometimes I cannot help saying, “Have you ever heard of photography?”, indicating how some painters try to outdo Nature and reality.  If there is indeed an urge to express oneself realistically, why not look into the beauty and splendour of the unseen realm?  Not in order to copy, but to get that feeling and insight there is another “real” world out there.




Coccolithophores

 For inspiration, take for instance Coccoliths, Diatoms or Radiolarians – all dwelling in the vast oceans. The realm of Neptune and mermaids. These are blueprints of new artforms, for painters, sculptors, or even architects. The realms revealed by the micro and electron-microscopic world are often awesome in colour and design.  A whole new world opens up, by just ‘looking’ at this phenomenal phenomena.

Radiolarians


A picture says more than . . . So here are some examples and maybe let you pause and wonder about such beauty, which indeed words cannot describe.  Don’t you agree?  Hoppy Easter.



Diatoms
Henri van Bentum

2013/03/22

Hang Onto Your Hat - Rap


Now here is a real hoot
while walking in Beacon Hill Park
It was at dusk, not yet dark
down sweeps an owl
For an act most foul
He snatched my hat
How about that?

Henri with his drawing of an owl, Toronto, 1962
Maybe an ancestor?
Henri van Bentum

2013/03/11

Motivation Rap


Why do politicians kiss babies before an election?
Motivation, motivation
Why so many promises to a nation?
Motivation, motivation
Why do they deny climate change and pollution?
Motivation, motivation
Why we do we choose a vocation?
Motivation, motivation
Why do we go on vacation?
Motivation, motivation
Why those smiles and friendly romantic persuasion?
Motivation, motivation
Why do large corporations give a big charitable donation?
Motivation, motivation
Why do bees go to flowers besides for pollination?
Motivation, motivation
Why do whales go on long migration?
Motivation, motivation
Why all this neglect of endangered species protection?
Motivation, motivation
Why do doctors prescribe medication?
Motivation, motivation
Why is there an International Space Station?
Motivation, motivation
Why is there still a ‘debate’ about Creation?
Motivation, motivation

And why inhalation and exhalation?
Motivation, motivation

Henri van Bentum 


2013/03/08

Some anecdotes, Royal Viking Line world voyages 1974 and 1975



We mentioned the passenger / student who arrived at 10 am in our art class with a cocktail in her hand.  Before the class she’d been also to the beauty salon.  Yes, already then there was a Spa on board ship. At one point, in the Bar (she was a bar fly), she said to Natasha, “Do you like my rings? Choose one”, she said, “then I’d go to the insurance company and say I’d “lost” it.  Choose two for that matter, eh?” Natasha declined her ‘kind’ offer. Our table mate was Snr. Manuel Lema, a friendly man from Puerto Rico who only spoke Spanish, which I spoke also.  He was pleased to have someone to chat with.
Seated in the Dining Room with "mystery woman" and Sr. Manuel Lema (right)
Later, a woman joined us, making the table of 4 complete.  Adorned with precious jewelry, always a mysterious smile, she did not talk much.  Except we learned she’d been widowed four times. “I’ve put them all under”, she declared.  Nearing Cape Town, South Africa, we asked if she was going on safari.  “Are you kidding? They’d put me in the clink!” “Why?” we asked.  That mysterious smile again. 
Another very memorable passenger was Major Martineau.  English, but resided in Vevey, Switzerland.  He was in his early ‘80s and traveled with his personal valet, like the Somerset Maugham era. There was always after-dinner theatre.  Major Martineau could not stand it when women put items on chairs to hold seats.  Nor was he pleased when they wore hats obstructing his view of the stage. “Those women with their damned purses and hats!” he’d exclaim.The Major had an interesting background.   A figureskating Cup was named after him, the Martineau Cup.  He owned already in 1930 a famous skating rink in  London, also race horses and jewelry stores. We liked his boldness and impish nature.   He often invited us to one of his cocktail hours in his suite. Here you can see us together with a couple from Newcastle, UK.

 At the suite of Major Martineau (left), with a couple from the UK
If ever you come to Europe in the summertime, look me up.  I’ll send my chauffeur to meet you in the Silver Cloud”, he said one day. We followed up his invitation. Two years later we explored to Europe with a 3 month Eurailpass first class pass. His chauffeur indeed fetched us in the classic Rolls Royce.  We had a memorable visit in Vevey with the Major. Out of the blue, he offered Natasha one of his jewelry stores, but she graciously declined this unexpected offer, which came with some strings.
Here is another anecdote. A senior bar fly was wondering what to give her son for his birthday.  After a few martinis, she found the solution, and sent a telegram saying she was giving him a football team she owned. 
 With friendly local couple, in the New Territories
While in Hong Kong, I had a complete white suit made by a tailor.  And in Bangkok, a beige suit.  We mingled also with passengers during the exotic shore excursions.
Receiving line, Captain's Night (Captain Alf Morner)
We looked like millionaires.No one believed we had no home and were nomads mostly doing housesitting. When we disembarked, we had no place to go, and stayed at Natasha’s parents in Toronto for a few weeks.
Well, we hope that answers the question put to us earlier, asking if we could say somewhat more about our world cruises in 1974 and 1975 with Royal Viking Line. The person who asked the question, her parents had been on both voyages, so we must have come to know them.  Of course the full play-by-play would amount to a book.

2013/03/03


When we travel and encounter
Californians
telling them we're Canadians
We're hearing, "You send us all that cold."
What can we say, if it's so? . .
No more can we be told,
for the Alchemists in the skies
are transmuting Saharan dust out of Africa

Dropping it on Californians, as snow!